Whomever a Woman Chooses Is King

Whomever a woman chooses is the king. No table round will ever square the thing. All knights have equal access to the bread, Even the stout are adequately fed; Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting. Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning, Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting, Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red. Whomever a woman chooses is the king. Pendragon is ostensibly the.King. And normally he doesn't miss a thing. But Lancelot is naked in his bed And Guinevere is humping him instead. "No man above another" has a ring. Whomever a woman chooses is the king.